I was never able to get the picture of her and Eric out of my mind and the more I thought about it the more I wanted to see it again. Finally after th...ee years of marriage I asked her if she was happy with our sex life."Of course. Why would you ask me something like that?"I told her about the thoughts I'd been having and she got angry with me, "I thought we had put all that behind us. I told you why I did what I did and that hasn't changed. I did my experimenting then so I wouldn't wonder about. ..,” I muttered, as I stood to my feet, looking down at her as I tried to hide my eager smile. “You want to be my slut?”“Yes.”“Say it.”“I want to be your dirty little slut,” she obeyed promptly. My cold expression cracked as the edge of my lip curled upwards into a sly grin. “Okay, you dirty little slut...” I said, standing with my arms crossed. “Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock.” As soon as the words left my lips, an expression of pure lust appeared across Mya’s face and her eyes. Her feelings were the same as the day she learned the man who had captained the ship that had run down the small boat with her husband and his family drowning them all, had been killed by a hit and run motorist. Nothing. Her heart felt it was frozen in ice.Grace continues her narrative at the Elderly Wives Club meeting the following evening.On my knees I was led by Petal with Babs at my rear onto the stage of the Seven 7’s Club. I was momentarily blinded by the bright lights but I heard clearly. It feels like too much effort for me, so I only join her once every few weeks, choosing instead to send Karla out with the girls. There are five in her close knit group with Beth as her closest friend. On this occasion it was just the two of them going out to a club.Karla looked stunning in her tight black dress. She liked to wear tight fitting clothes because it gave her modest bust a little more definition. The balcony bra did not hurt either. How she could dance in heels was beyond me, but.